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Before Sex - for leelastarsky - Ron/Hermione – NC-17
Title : Before Sex
For : leelastarsky
Pairing : Ron/Hermione
Prompt : Xmas. *hugs you silly*
Words : 1484
Rating : NC-17


If there was one thing I enjoyed more than Christmas, it was watching Harry enjoy Christmas.

OK, that is a total lie.

I mean, I love the guy, and watching him enjoy Christmas used to be one of my favourite things, but that was BS.

Before Sex.

Before I was allowed to do anything my perverted heart desired, with Hermione.

So, OK, let’s start again.

If there was one thing I enjoyed more, on the morning of Christmas Day, when I was expected at the Burrow, and had no time or opportunity to make Hermione arch beneath me, it was watching Harry get all excited about Christmas and drag me towards the fireplace.

Even if I had to try and pretend he was excited about Christmas, and not going off somewhere with my baby sister.

He took some Floo powder and held the jar out to me.

“You go on ahead,” I said. “I’ll go via Hermione’s flat; make sure she gets there, OK.”

Harry gave me a very sceptical look.

“Why would Hermione be unable to make it from her flat to the Burrow?” he asked drily.

“Oh, fuck off, Harry, I just need ten minutes with her, before Christmas takes over.”

“Ten minutes? Isn’t she a lucky girl?”

“Ten minutes to hold her, and you should think twice before taking the piss, because I could tell Mum a thing or two about you and Ginny.”

“Your mum loves me and Gin being together!”

“Yeah, but I happen to know the Talk Gin had, about waiting till she was married…”

“Fine,” he interrupted. “I will walk into the lions’ den and tell your mum you are on your way; you go and explain to poor, air headed Hermione how Floo powder works!”

And he swirled away, with a shit eating grin on his face.

Bastard.

He’s just lucky I do love him.

Anyway, I took my own pinch of powder and eagerly set off for Hermione’s flat.

When I arrived, Hermione was standing at her desk, with her back to me.

She was half dressed and wrapping a last minute present and I was a very lucky boy.

Because she was wearing just a blouse and stockings, and I had no idea why she was so desperate to wrap a gift that she hadn’t put her skirt on, first.

“I must say, I prefer my presents unwrapped,” I said, slipping my arms round her and kissing her on her neck.

She slapped my hands away as they settled on her tummy.

“What are you doing here, anyway, Ron?” she asked, turning in my arms and kissing me.

“Harry was worried you wouldn’t make it to the Burrow – he said I should explain to poor, air headed Hermione how Floo powder works.”

Hermione snorted.

“Why don’t I believe you?” she asked.

“OK,” I admitted, picking her up and carrying her to the couch. “I just needed to see you, before my family descends on us.”

She settled against the cushions, and I bent to kiss her.

“So you’re gonna tell them?” she asked.

“Do I have to?” I pouted, sliding my hand up under her blouse.

“Ron, don’t you think your family need to know we’re engaged?”

“Um… no.”

She shoved me away.

“I must be insane,” she said, shaking her head sadly. “Remind me why I said yes.”

“You adore me,” I said confidently, trailing my fingers down her body.

“No.”

“I let you go down on me.”

“No!”

“I would, honestly,” I said, my hand settling between her legs.

She glared at me.

“OK, Harry reckons you have sacrificed yourself, to protect the rest of womankind.”

“Harry is not just a pretty face,” she said, parting her legs.

“Can I?” I asked, slipping to the floor and kneeling between her thighs.

“Hmm?” she said, her eyes on my fingers as they slid her knickers down her legs.

I bent and pressed a kiss to her thigh.

“Ron, we don’t have time,” she protested, half-heartedly.

“Just let me taste you,” I whispered.

I could see she was trying hard not to smile.

“We don’t have time,” she repeated. “Unless…”

She picked up her wand from the end table by her side and pointed it at me.

“What?” I said.

“Stick out your tongue,” she ordered.

“Hermione…”

“Stick. Out. Your. Tongue.”

If there was one thing I enjoyed more than Christmas, it was Hermione being bossy during sex.

So I stuck out my tongue and went cross-eyed, trying to watch it.

“Vibratus,” she whispered, and my tongue started to tremble.

“Her-miemee,” I wailed, looking up at her. “Ath nock thor kungs.”

“It works on my fingers,” she shrugged, spreading her legs further.

“Yoo kutch yoursef with vigatig thingerz?”

She waggled her eyebrows at me.

“Oh, gog,” I moaned, lowering my head and pressing my vibrating tongue against her clit.

“Ron,” she gasped, her hands gripping my hair and holding me against her. “That is brilliant. Oh my god, we’re doing this again.”

I didn’t need to anything besides kneel there and vibrate, while she rubbed herself against me, but it was heaven to reduce her to a gibbering wreck like that, and I was way too turned on to hear the fire flare up.

“Oh, fuck,” Harry gasped, behind me. “Don’t look!”

I leapt up and closed my mouth, nearly gagging at the feeling of my trapped and fizzing tongue.

Hermione grabbed a cushion and held it over her lap.

“Ron!” Ginny squeaked. “What d’you think you’re doing?”

I shrugged.

“Your timing is crap, Ron,” Harry sniggered. “You knew your mum’d send someone after you.”

I moaned.

“Cat got your tongue?” Ginny asked, frowning at my flushed face.

“Ginny,” Harry said solemnly. “Hermione is my best friend; don’t call her a cat.”

I snorted.

“You go back,” Hermione said, blushing. “Let us tidy up, and we’ll be right behind you.”

I nodded vigorously.

“Ron?” Ginny said, coming to stand right in front of me. “Cat got your tongue?”

I shook my head.

“What’s that buzzing noise?” Harry asked, standing behind her and peering into my face.

I cast Hermione an anguished look, desperate for her to Finite the Charm, but she shook her head, obviously hoping that they’d leave before she drew attention to my vibrating tongue.

“Ron?” Harry pressed.

“Nuffing,” I muttered, without moving my lips.

Ginny stepped closer and used sacred sibling knowledge to tickle me and get me to cry out, which is simply not allowed, but I could hardly complain to the twins about it, not in the circumstances.

“Thuk, Gimmy,” I squeaked.

“Oh my god,” she gasped.

“What?” Harry asked, bless him, the poor innocent.

“Vibratus on your tongue?” she shouted. “How sick are you?”

“Mok me,” I protested, pointing at my cringing fiancée. “Hermiemee!”

Hermione raised her wand and pointed it at my face.

“No,” Ginny said. “Let’s leave him like this! Charlie and the twins will die laughing.”

“Finite Incantatum,” Hermione said, as solemnly as possible.

“Look,” I said desperately, turning to Ginny and Harry. “Don’t say anything about this, please, we’re gonna announce our engagement today, and everything.”

“Really?” Harry asked. “It’s about time…”

“He’s trying to distract you,” Ginny protested. “Don’t get sucked in.”

“I’m not letting him suck anything,” Harry scoffed. “Trust me!”

“Oh, please,” Hermione said, still trapped knickerless under her cushion. “Just go, and don’t say anything.”

Harry bent and kissed her on the cheek. “’Course not,” he said.

“Harry, you don’t just give up blackmail material like this,” Ginny gasped. “You don’t understand sibling stuff.”

“If it was just Ron, I’d let you humiliate him,” he said.

“Cheers, mate!” I muttered.

“But not Hermione,” he said firmly.

Ginny grunted.

“Gin?”

“OK,” she pouted. “I won’t use it. But I’m not gonna forget it, Ron. You will be teased about this until the day you die.”

Harry dragged her off through the Floo and I turned to face Hermione.

“They didn’t actually see anything,” I said bracingly.

“Ron, they saw you… performing cunnilingus,” she said, stepping into her knickers and picking up her neglected skirt.

I sniggered.

“They didn’t, Hermione,” I said, taking her hands and stopping her from dressing. “That’s just doesn’t sound like something I’d do, now does it? They saw me going down on you, and I don’t care.”

“Ron!”

“I’d do it in the middle of Diagon Alley, to show the world how much I love you,” I said.

She rolled her eyes.

“Is that supposed to be romantic?” she asked.

“Yup.”

“Well, we had better get to the Burrow, before you get any mushier.”

I took a step towards the fireplace.

“Ron!” she gasped. “Go and wash your face and clean your teeth; I would die if you kissed your mum right after…”

I bent down and kissed her, softly, lapping at her lips with my debauched tongue.

“’m not gonna kiss anyone else,” I murmured. “Ever.”